George William Russell

(10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

The Pain Of The Earth - Poem by George William Russell

DOES the earth grow grey with grief
For her hero darling fled?
Though her vales let fall no leaf,
In our hearts her tears are shed.

Still the stars laugh on above:
Not to them her grief is said;
Mourning for her hero love
In our hearts the tears are shed.

We her children mourn for him,
Mourn the elder hero dead;
In the twilight grey and dim
In our hearts the tears are shed.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 7, 2012



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